The usual ones, I suppose.

Halloween used to be my favorite. My brother and I would get dressed up our homemade costumes, arm ourselves with pillow-cases (because real bags are for suckers) and go to literally every house that we could. We didn't have anyone driving us around or any of that shit, and we usually had to wear our snowsuits underneath our costumes (because Fairview gets about a foot of snow by the end of October), but it was always the absolute best time. Coming back to the house at the end of the night and going through our spoils was a tradition, and our candy was always quality. We would get homemade popcorn balls from Mrs. Ruether, homemade oreo cookies from the other Mrs. Ruether, and mugs of hot chocolate from Mrs. Paul, who lived down the street from us. Trick-or-treating was fun because we knew everyone and they knew us, and at least part of the thrill was getting to visit with everybody.

Nowadays, though, Halloween is a corporate affair. Everyone buys their costume at seasonal superstores and there's no effort put into it anymore. (Admittedly, I was a dog six years in a row, but I looked fucking good. My costume was hand-sewn, I was covered in face paint, and I looked like a legit basset hound.) Getting baked treats isn't "safe" anymore because of STRANGER DANGER or whatever, and the good stuff is being replaced by ass-flavored no-name brand potato chips. It's a shame.

It's true when people say that that my generation is lazy. Everything comes too easily for us, and we start to take things for granted - so much so that we can't even find the motivation to put some heart into our Halloween costumes.

Aaaaaaaand that was a nice little rant.

To actually answer the question, basically every holiday is an excuse to go home and get fed real food and have the opportunity to do my laundry for free (even if that means that I have to drive six hours north with an entire van full of clothes). Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and Easter are the biggest ones for my family, and the times when my parents, grandparents, and auntie really pull out all the stops on the cooking.

If you've never had farm food you may not understand, but that's totally and 100% your loss.

You poor, poor soul.